I'm Not Comfortable With This
Hey guys I'm back. I know its been forever, and I don't really have an excuse so I'll just say PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I'm VERY sorry. TFTD: If cows were people, and people were cows, then wouldn't people eat people?
Celia was currently doing the flop. She was rolling around on the floor trying to figure out just what the hell was down her back. Ok, so maybe she wasn't ONLY flopping around, there might have been some insane shrieking involved. All right, so it was more like the terror shriek of death, but hey what did you expect?
This could have easily gone on for hours, and it has. Damn her habitual ways. Well, luckily, or unluckily, depending whose side you're on, Jack grabbed Celia, hauled her to her feet, reached down the back of her dress, and pulled out a large bug, the same bug that had in fact been in George's hand. Celia's left eye twitched. The twitching of Celia's left eye was NEVER a good sign, it did, in fact mean that someone going to be hurt, painfully (the last line was brought to you by me getting p.o.ed at my sister very late at night).
Celia stepped back from Jack, turned toward George, and advanced on him. His laughter ceased as soon as he noticed her left eye twitching. He straightened up from his hunched over laughing position, and backed up against the wall. But alas, there was nothing he could do. Celia grabbed the front of his shirt, and slapped the hell out of him several times. This again could have easily gone on for hours, but Jack once again intervened.
Jack yanked Celia away, again with the yanking damn it! Why must she be yanked? Was she sporting a sign that said 'Hi I'm Celia, Please Yank Me'? NO, she wasn't! So what's with the yanking? Anyway, back to the story, Jack pushed her up against the wall, hard, to prevent her from moving any more. This was awkward. Very awkward, as it was Jack's body that was holding her in place. What made it even worse was that he was trying very hard to suppress laughter, again.
"Calm down, lass, give th' guy a break." She twisted her head around to see Jack's grinning face. She looked over toward George, and with a grin of sadistic satisfaction, she saw his bright red cheeks, where undoubtedly giant bruises were going to form. Oh yes, she'd caused pain.
"Err- could you, eh, take a step back. I' not comfortable being THIS close." Celia giggled nervously.
"Really? Y' look very comfortable right where y' are." Jack smirked. Celia spun around, and planted a firm smack on his face landing him on the ground. YES! Two in one day, she was on a roll. She started to laugh triumphantly.
"I didn't deserve that." Jack said getting to his feet. Celia snorted.
"Shut th' bloody 'ell up! All o' y'!" Celia leaped into Jack's arms at the sound of the unknown voice. She looked over at the corner from which the words had come from. Hart was standing up. Celia looked up to Jack, who was looking at her in that 'told you so' look on his face. Her eyes narrowed, and she quickly put her feet on the ground.
"Som'thin' wrong Hart?" Jack asked looking away from Celia toward Hart, his eyes narrowing. Celia looked between the two.
"Som'thin' wrong? SOM'THIN' WRONG?! Th' girl's an idiot! Our lives are in th' hands of-" Celia looked down at her hand, and it struck her.
"IT'S IN MY HAND!" She shrieked looking around. Jack looked at her with an odd look on her face.
"It's in my hand." She said between psychotic laughs.
"Are y' feelin' a'right?" Jack asked looking at her.
"Don't y' get it? The answer lies within me. The Diamond Dragon thing is in my hand. My god damned hand. It all makes sense now. Wait, no it doesn't. It's confusing, and needlessly complicated, and I don't now what's going on, and further more I am hungry." Celia said sitting down on the floor.
"Is there an'thin' more important to y' then y'r stomach, to ye?" Jack asked her.
"Nope." George answered for her. Celia ignored them and looked down at her hand. How the hell had it gotten there anyway? Who would be sadistic enough to put it there? Oh wait, she would love to stick something in George's hand.
"Are y' tryin' to tell me that all this time spent, that th' wild goose chase y' sent me on was all in vain? Y' had th' damn thing in y'r hand th' whole time? If I had a gun, I would shoot y'. No, actuall' I wouldn't, I'd make it much more painful than that. Maybe I'd shoot y' in the knees, or shoot off y'r fingers, but y' would suffer horribly. Let me rephrase that, y' WILL suffer horribly." Celia stood up, and started to hide behind Jack, but thought better of it.
"Well, if I am going to die a horrible painful death, then I don't have a problem doing this-" Celia slapped Hart. Three. All right! Cha- ching!
"And, I don't mind telling y' that you look like a horribly malformed gorilla lizard hybrid, and y' sound like something that's been dead for years, and don't even get me started on y'r smell." Celia smiled triumphantly. Hot damn did it feel good to say all of that!
"I also hope that y'll take into consideration, that I am in fact a wimp for pain, so when I do suffer that horrible painful death, it would be greatly appreciated that y' take that into consideration, but by this point I am sure y're adamantly set on doing the worst. But, y' can't blame a girl for tryin'." Celia smiled, and moved into a corner, and sat. Well, at least today wasn't a total loss.
All right people the end is coming soon. I've decided to break the story up into three mini stories. So even that THIS story is over, the saga of Celia will continue, and the whole Diamond Dragon thing won't end with this story. Just so you don't get the wrong idea the next story isn't so much a sequel as it is the part 2 to a to be continued story. This part will either be over next chapter or the one after that. Be warned.
Hey guys I'm back. I know its been forever, and I don't really have an excuse so I'll just say PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I'm VERY sorry. TFTD: If cows were people, and people were cows, then wouldn't people eat people?
Celia was currently doing the flop. She was rolling around on the floor trying to figure out just what the hell was down her back. Ok, so maybe she wasn't ONLY flopping around, there might have been some insane shrieking involved. All right, so it was more like the terror shriek of death, but hey what did you expect?
This could have easily gone on for hours, and it has. Damn her habitual ways. Well, luckily, or unluckily, depending whose side you're on, Jack grabbed Celia, hauled her to her feet, reached down the back of her dress, and pulled out a large bug, the same bug that had in fact been in George's hand. Celia's left eye twitched. The twitching of Celia's left eye was NEVER a good sign, it did, in fact mean that someone going to be hurt, painfully (the last line was brought to you by me getting p.o.ed at my sister very late at night).
Celia stepped back from Jack, turned toward George, and advanced on him. His laughter ceased as soon as he noticed her left eye twitching. He straightened up from his hunched over laughing position, and backed up against the wall. But alas, there was nothing he could do. Celia grabbed the front of his shirt, and slapped the hell out of him several times. This again could have easily gone on for hours, but Jack once again intervened.
Jack yanked Celia away, again with the yanking damn it! Why must she be yanked? Was she sporting a sign that said 'Hi I'm Celia, Please Yank Me'? NO, she wasn't! So what's with the yanking? Anyway, back to the story, Jack pushed her up against the wall, hard, to prevent her from moving any more. This was awkward. Very awkward, as it was Jack's body that was holding her in place. What made it even worse was that he was trying very hard to suppress laughter, again.
"Calm down, lass, give th' guy a break." She twisted her head around to see Jack's grinning face. She looked over toward George, and with a grin of sadistic satisfaction, she saw his bright red cheeks, where undoubtedly giant bruises were going to form. Oh yes, she'd caused pain.
"Err- could you, eh, take a step back. I' not comfortable being THIS close." Celia giggled nervously.
"Really? Y' look very comfortable right where y' are." Jack smirked. Celia spun around, and planted a firm smack on his face landing him on the ground. YES! Two in one day, she was on a roll. She started to laugh triumphantly.
"I didn't deserve that." Jack said getting to his feet. Celia snorted.
"Shut th' bloody 'ell up! All o' y'!" Celia leaped into Jack's arms at the sound of the unknown voice. She looked over at the corner from which the words had come from. Hart was standing up. Celia looked up to Jack, who was looking at her in that 'told you so' look on his face. Her eyes narrowed, and she quickly put her feet on the ground.
"Som'thin' wrong Hart?" Jack asked looking away from Celia toward Hart, his eyes narrowing. Celia looked between the two.
"Som'thin' wrong? SOM'THIN' WRONG?! Th' girl's an idiot! Our lives are in th' hands of-" Celia looked down at her hand, and it struck her.
"IT'S IN MY HAND!" She shrieked looking around. Jack looked at her with an odd look on her face.
"It's in my hand." She said between psychotic laughs.
"Are y' feelin' a'right?" Jack asked looking at her.
"Don't y' get it? The answer lies within me. The Diamond Dragon thing is in my hand. My god damned hand. It all makes sense now. Wait, no it doesn't. It's confusing, and needlessly complicated, and I don't now what's going on, and further more I am hungry." Celia said sitting down on the floor.
"Is there an'thin' more important to y' then y'r stomach, to ye?" Jack asked her.
"Nope." George answered for her. Celia ignored them and looked down at her hand. How the hell had it gotten there anyway? Who would be sadistic enough to put it there? Oh wait, she would love to stick something in George's hand.
"Are y' tryin' to tell me that all this time spent, that th' wild goose chase y' sent me on was all in vain? Y' had th' damn thing in y'r hand th' whole time? If I had a gun, I would shoot y'. No, actuall' I wouldn't, I'd make it much more painful than that. Maybe I'd shoot y' in the knees, or shoot off y'r fingers, but y' would suffer horribly. Let me rephrase that, y' WILL suffer horribly." Celia stood up, and started to hide behind Jack, but thought better of it.
"Well, if I am going to die a horrible painful death, then I don't have a problem doing this-" Celia slapped Hart. Three. All right! Cha- ching!
"And, I don't mind telling y' that you look like a horribly malformed gorilla lizard hybrid, and y' sound like something that's been dead for years, and don't even get me started on y'r smell." Celia smiled triumphantly. Hot damn did it feel good to say all of that!
"I also hope that y'll take into consideration, that I am in fact a wimp for pain, so when I do suffer that horrible painful death, it would be greatly appreciated that y' take that into consideration, but by this point I am sure y're adamantly set on doing the worst. But, y' can't blame a girl for tryin'." Celia smiled, and moved into a corner, and sat. Well, at least today wasn't a total loss.
All right people the end is coming soon. I've decided to break the story up into three mini stories. So even that THIS story is over, the saga of Celia will continue, and the whole Diamond Dragon thing won't end with this story. Just so you don't get the wrong idea the next story isn't so much a sequel as it is the part 2 to a to be continued story. This part will either be over next chapter or the one after that. Be warned.